Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.

Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you're in a book!

Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

over the decadesher books becamesuch a part of herthatthe ink somehow escapedher veins & bloomedher favorite words & imagesonto her skin.nowthe worldwould have no doubt:she was thepageboundgirl- page to skin

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Pour your heart onto the page.

In the words he’s free, on the page he can be anything. A hero.

the caress of each word becoming                 one   with the pagetwisting          beneath the touch of the pen                     forming a trail of permanent kisses                  until they reach me

His words are so slippery they might slide right off the page.

Her words dance on the page.

However, at fourteen years old, she didn’t understand that all those terrible troubles the heroines in her books went through in real life

Loosers want it but only through the easy way. If action taking were like reading a story book, loosers would only love to open the picture pages

As Harvard Business School professor Peter Bregman advises, 'Don't write a book, write a page...Don't expect to be a great manager in your first six months, just try to set expectations well.

When God opens a new page in your life, make photocopies of it, read it and share it with other people. Some may hear it when you read it, others may tear it when you share it.

Don't be discouraged or complacent; keep reading it, keep sharing it because it's God's page opened in your life!

A blank page has more power than a full page with blind thoughts.

A person who wrote badly did better than a person who does not write at all. A bad writing can be corrected. An empty page remains an empty page.

Writers are cut open on the page.

Later in the night, Nell brought two of the company mutts up from the stables. It took her almost an hour to find the horses, and more time to find the stall where the dogs had been penned. Then she lost her way coming back through the endless corridors and the mutts tried to bite an Ordinary.Everything is an adventure when you're a page.

This book of our existence is everything that has ever happened to everyone in every universe. All the pages exist at once even though you are reading them one at a time. When you finish a page and turn your consciousness to another page, the previous page remains.

Pages entertain me more than pictures do.

I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).

You turned the page, i burned the book.

For years I thought we were on the same page...then I discovered we were NOT even in the same book...

Being with her always felt like gazing the stars and into the infinity, reading a book which never ends. She had no boundaries, all she knew was to shine, and live without any walls around her on every page.

After a time he found and opened a book he had been reading that he had expected to end well, a romance which he wanted to end well, with the hero and heroine finding love, with peace and joy and redemption and understanding.Love is two bodies with one soul, he read, and turned the page.But there was nothing - the final page had been ripped away and used as toilet paper or smoked, and there was no hope or joy or understanding. There was no last page. The book of his life just broke off. There was only the mud below him and the filthy sky above. There was to be no peace and no hope. And Dorrigo Evans understood that the love story would go on forever and ever, world without end.

We have the power of the pen to write the next chapter, and the privilege to author the page in whatever fashion we choose. Yet, seldom do we understand the power of the pen and the privilege of the page.

We're all born an empty page.

In 90 percent of cases, you could tell within a page or two whether the writer could write.

Write what you love. Fill your pages with the beating of your own heart, the breath from your own lungs. Live through your characters. Let your characters live through you. Then you will love what you write, and others will, too.

The problem with books is that they end. They seduce you.[…]You turn the page and there is nothing.

There's nothing quite like turning the page.